'Entrance to the Kasbah' by Henri Matisse (1912) provides a wonderful invitation to enter into the world of pure color. We find that the dimensions of regular space have collapsed as we gently dive into the painting. What could be recognized as a doorway in everyday consciousness, becomes turned inside out and topsy turvy, when we separate out our mental images, memories, personal ideas, and projections of desire and control from our moment by moment experience of pure color. We become the 3 dimensional doorway, as the red pours into us. We fill the space outside our past body. We engage ourselves, or gently propose to marry the multicolored woman of space. She was once invisible but now her pregnant full body is everywhere, in every nook and cranny. And behind her is another mother, multicolored, rainbow life. She weds me in ever moving, ever metamorphosing color and hue and shade. But my I is now awake, and I turn to the thinking pole, which opens up a new realm of archetypal invisible meaning life, behind and between every color. And what is in between the pulse of thinking and the pulse of color? Do I sense the flood of time? Do I hear the moral call of the unheard speech of color calling to me?
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